In this tranquil setting, with still waters reflecting the moon, a beautiful woman sat deep in thought. She was Aimengnan, the daughter of Yongyan, who had left the imperial palace fifteen years ago.
She had an elegant coiffure with wisps of hair at her temples, lightly penciled brows and spring in her eyes. Her skin was smooth and delicate, like warm jade with a soft sheen. Her cherry-red lips needed no lipstick, and seemed so lovely they might drip with color. Two locks of hair at her cheeks fluttered softly in the breeze, adding a touch of alluring charm. Her lively eyes turned with clever mischief, at once playful and impish. She wore a pale green dress, and her waist was so slender it could be clasped in one hand. She was flawless, so beautiful she seemed to belong beyond the mortal world, inheriting the best of both her parents.
"I'm so bored. I've grown tired of all this beautiful scenery. I really want to leave and see the world outside. All right, I'll go visit the capital." A happy Aimengnan set off.
